In a game of makeup and powder, even the smoke of gunpowder has a fascinating fragrance, the broken hair is still on the pillow, and the fragrant soul of the brocade tent has dispersed.
The illusions in the skin are all illusory, but the world cannot see through them.
Let's see how a nine-tailed fox can single-handedly overturn the harem dynasty and enjoy revenge.
A reincarnation piled with blood, but the memory in the bloody flower of the other side is paved.
Beauties are competing for each other, kingdoms are in turmoil, and men and women are alienated. In the end, can they reach the same destination through different paths?